lindahoyland (lindahoyland) wrote,

Reaching for the Stars

March 27: Rohan

Today's Challenge:
A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.
Pam Brown

Write a story or poem, or create a piece of art where your character rises above themselves to follow their dreams.

Title: Reaching for the Stars
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Arwen
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word count: 425 approx
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

Dedicated to Rachel (rs9) as an early birthday gift.

I am certain that she was pleased to see me again. Her smile was warm and genuine while her eyes sparkled brighter than the star of Eärendil.

She did not reject my hand in greeting. Was it my imagination, or was she loth to release my hand again? Her hand was cool and yet so warm, her fingers so soft and small compared to mine. Her gentle fingers clasped in mine felt wonderful beyond my wildest imaginings.

Four days have passed since that moment and I can still think only of Arwen. Many years ago I lost my heart to her and swore I would wed her or die unmarried. I met many fair ladies in Rohan and Gondor, but never did I waver from my desire to keep myself wholly for her, hopeless dream though it appeared to be.

Not only is she fair above all others , but wise and good, like her father and grandmother both. Her laughter is sweet music to my ears and her voice sweeter than the nightingale's song.

To wed Arwen would bring me a joy beyond measure, but would pain her and her kindred deeply, sundered as they would be until the breaking of the world.

We walk now together beneath the mallorns. She stops and raises her face to mine as if- as if she would have me kiss her! Night after night, I have lain awake dreaming of such a moment, but do I dare taste such bliss? I would do anything to make her my wife, pass any test, go to Mordor and back, even win win the crown of Gondor so I could lay at her feet!

Suddenly she tentatively kisses me! I hesitate, I might be Elendil's heir, but I am little more than a homeless wanderer. But I could be more, I could fight against the gathering darkness and help defeat it. I could reunite the long sundered realms of Elendil's son.

Mortal Man has but a short life within the bounds of Arda and a briefer chance of happiness. How can I refuse what I am offered? I return her kiss. Her lips are so soft and so sweet, sweeter than Rohan's finest mead. My heart pounds wildly and my blood turns to fire. I feel that all the stars are swirling and falling around me, bathing me in their radiance. Her soul touches mine as well as her lips.

Yet, this is but a taste of an even greater bliss, but one day I will achieve it and make her my wife.

Rohan Passport Stamp
A/N. This story is intended as Aragorn's point of view to the scene described by Arwen in “ A Seal upon thy Heart.”

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